Strange Fruit
Billie Holiday| Original | Irish transcreation / "Traducreazione" in gaelico irlandese /... |
| STRANGE FRUIT Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Pastoral scene of the gallant south, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of burning flesh. Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, Here is a strange and bitter crop. | TOR AISTEACH Ait an tor ar na crainn ó dheas, Fuil ar dhuilleoga, an fhuil faoin teas, Corpáin ghorma ag luascadh sa ghaoth Aisteach an tor, ó nach aisteach é. An saol ó dheas, ó nach é 'tá méith Súile ag at agus caime an bhéil, Cumhracht magnóilia, úr isló Is boladh tobann duine á dhó. Tor é seo don phréachán dubh Cnuasaíodh an bháisteach é is an ghaoth inniu, Á lobhadh faoin ngrian, síos leis sa mhoirt Tor an-aisteach, tor an-ghoirt. |
